For The Turnstiles Lyrics

For The Turnstiles

All the sailors with their seasick mamas

 Hear the sirens on the shore,

 Singin' songs for pimps with tailors

 Who charge ten dollars at the door.

 

 You can really learn a lot that way;

 It will change you in the middle of the day.

 Though your confidence may be shattered,

 It doesn't matter.

 

 All the great explorers

 Are now in Granite Lake,

 Under white sheets for the great unveiling

 At the big parade.

 

 You can really learn a lot that way;

 It will change you in the middle of the day.

 Though your confidence may be shattered,

 It doesn't matter.

 

 All the bushleague batters

 Are left to die on the diamond.

 In the stands the home crowd scatters

 

 For the turnstiles,

 For the turnstiles,

 For the turnstiles.